User:Vashishth09

They say—‘aki, you are impossible’…but then who wants to take the downtrodden roads. Alone, alone …I see a boy atop the cliff, simple in texture all by himself, gazing the sky … discovering something …then specifically the moon …disturbed; again to the setting sun, perplexed ...then to the blooded horizon darkening, unperturbed. Those hazel eyes overwhelmed with dreams; that mind panting in that big hairy skull, brimming with thoughts …untamed thoughts …rather not tamed; that heart continually suppressing the out bursting fireball of angst within; and a soul lost in its own undefined depths. Still simple in texture, calm, genially ever smiling. Down now, among the crowd, smiling to every living soul, be it human or else. Pondering, the world is still beautiful. Declaims every creature beautiful …from rugged toads to wild horses; from cradled babies to tanned, stooped, gray haireds to burnt faces …al beautiful. Looking for that beauty in them …giving it words …at times rebuked, at times blessed. But then life has its own ways. Sitting at bus stops—viewing every passing face ……smiling, anxious, that betraying laughter, depressed …going low …quitting. Now listening the music of the world on roads, world in buses, world in metro trains: that wrapped world: that ragged world; driven by music …exhausted …panting …kneeling …arms out stretched to the sky.

I used to search for the reason for my existence ……until one day…when I met GOD. Then I realized the purposefulness of my life. He, my almighty father, sent me to this manly world on a mission and then I realized ……I am his own son. Yes ……GOD’S OWN CHILD. And I am alone again amidst the crowd …now with a difference ……

They call me ZEUS ……